HELLO. FATHER NOEL FURLONG.
YOU'RE A FINE YOUNG FELLA.

DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT
THE WINDOLENE DID TO YOU?

YEAH. I'M GOING TO GO HAVE A BATH,
HELP ME CALM DOWN.

FECK OFF!

AAH! TED, MY TANK TOP HAS TURNED INTO
SOME SORT OF WOMAN'S BRA!

I'M FINE FOR CAKE, MRS DOYLE.

(TED) 'ELVIS PRESLEY WAS A SIMPLE
TRUCK-DRIVER FROM AMERICA.

- TED, I'M OFF ROLLERBLADING.
- ALL RIGHT, DOUGAL.

OH, GREAT. I LOVE THIS.

NO, I DIDN'T LIKE
THAT ONE SO MUCH.

HERE WE ARE, FATHER CRILLY.

- FIVE POUNDS, TED.
- HARD LUCK, DICK.

(KETTLE HUMS)

AND WHY NOT?

- WOMAN!
- YES, IT IS A WOMAN, FATHER.

HOLD ON A SECOND, KEVIN.
DO YOU MIND IF I PUT ON SOME MUSIC?

- DOUGAL, TAKE OFF HIS GLOVES.
- RIGHT SO, TED.

IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE...
I...OF COURSE...

- OH?
- YEAH, JUST HERE ON THE SOUTH SIDE,

FATHER GALLAGHER, I'VE KNOWN YOU
AND BEEN YOUR FRIEND FOR MANY YEARS.

WELL, IF I MAY...

LOADS, TED. HE'LL BE FINE.

(MAN) THERE'S NOTHING
THAT COULD HARM...

- THIS IS THE REAL WORLD.
- OH, YOU'RE RIGHT THERE, TED.